Disclaimer - None of the characters from the Jak series belong to me. Never have, never will. Tryce is mine.

Summary - When Torn is abducted and attacked, his friends try and find out who did it. What they find is something more unimaginable than any of them thought possible

Author's Note - There will be some OOC on the part of Torn. (And possibly some other characters, I don't know)

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Former Life

Torn walked out of the Naughty Ottsel and glanced up at the darkening sky. Drops of rain began to fall and he snickered as he walked away from the building. He found he stumbled slightly along the way and growled slightly.

"Things had better not get any worse," Torn muttered under his breath. "Everything else has gone wrong today."

His love life was ever gradually heading downhill and work was not getting any better. It seemed like no one was listening to him at all during the meetings he had been to that day. If not that, his ideas were totally shot down the drain. It also seemed to Torn that no one wanted to even talk to him since they were all busy. He had hoped that alcohol would make it better but it somehow made it worse. Somehow, it didn't seem to make to situation feel any better than what it was.

"I have to wonder about everything. I don't think everyone appreciates the things I do sometimes," Torn said as he walked down the streets.

He growled slightly when he noticed that the rain wasn't going to stop but began to turn into a downpour. He quickened his pace but found that he couldn't make it far without getting soaked to the bone. He stopped under an awning so he could dry himself some before continuing on. He sighed as he watched the rain ceaselessly fall.

"It really can't get any more worse than this. Or can it?" he wondered. "With everyone either not talking to me or hating my ideas, how can it?"

He didn't see two eyes watching him from above. Torn began to head out again once he saw the rain was letting up but he found himself being pulled back. He felt a hand cover his mouth, preventing him from yelling out. He struggled to get free or even get a small glimpse of his attacker.

"You can struggle all you want Torn, you'll never escape me," came an eerily familiar voice.

Torn's body tensed up at the sound of the voice and his eyes flashed an uncharacteristic feature: fear. Torn began to quiver slightly, not even noticing that his attacker pulled away.

"I always knew that you were weak, no matter how much you've changed," he told Torn.

He grabbed a nearby bat and swung at Torn's head. Torn fell to the ground in a elf stared at the motionless body before him and snickered.

"Torn, Torn, Torn. When will you ever learn?" he asked. "I have always been the superior one, despite all your talents."

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Torn groaned, grabbing his head in pain. He tried to remember what happened last and when he did, he began to growl as he managed to climb to his feet. He glanced around the bare room before coming to the door.

"Where the hell are you? Let me get my hands on you!" Torn cried out. "What do you want with me after all these years? What?"

Torn paced the room, arms crossed and angry. He continually glanced out the window in the door, trying to see if his captor was possibly outside.

It seemed like hours before someone finally walked up to the door. Torn looked up from where he was sitting, across the room. He stood up as the person walked into the room.

"Torn, it is so good to see you again," he told the ex-KG.

"Wish I could say the same to you Tryce," Torn sneered. "What do you want from me?"

"I wish to see you dead," came the reply.

Tryce hurried up to Torn and aimed a punch right for his head. Torn ducked but found the punches kept coming and one soon connected with his face, near his left eye.

"If you wanted me dead, why didn't you make sure of it years ago? I know you're capable of making sure of it," Torn demanded to know.

"This feeling has only been with me since the last time we saw each other. Before then, I had no reason. You're a traitor Torn. You have been since the day you walked out on me. Besides, I want to see you suffer more," Tryce told him.

"I told you that I didn't want to be part of it any longer. Live with it!" Torn yelled at him.

"You left me just like you left the Krimzon Guard. You left me to rot in that place!" Tryce yelled back at him.

"And you deserved to rot!" Torn replied.

Tryce snarled as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, causing Torn to back up to the wall. Tryce snickered as he walked up to him, moving faster than what Torn anticipated.

"Thank you for helping me. You're making this way too easy for me," he said.

He immediately put one of the rings around Torn's wrist before placing a hand on a brick behind Torn. He pulled it out, revealing an iron hook and clasped the other ring onto it. Torn pulled at the handcuffs before watching the elf, who was smiling at Torn. Tryce reached to his back and pulled out a dagger, plunging it through Torn's free wrist and into the wall. He cried out in pain.

"Now you will know the punishment for leaving," Tryce told him.

He walked over to the door, opening it slightly to reach for something. He pulled a bat into the room and Torn struggled within his bounds but found it was making his wrists hurt even more.

"No! Don't do this!" Torn yelled out. "Help!"

"No one can hear you Torn. We're outside the city walls. You can scream all you want but it won't do any good. No one's around," he was told.

Torn felt the bat connect with his body several times, starting with his knees and ankles. He tried to stay conscious but he found it was slowing leaving him. He wanted to fall to his knees but the dagger and handcuffs were preventing him from doing so. Tryce smirked as he gave Torn's body a long look. Torn watched him from his partially open eyes.

"One more present before I take you back to city for your friends to find. They can celebrate your funeral," Tryce said.

He pulled the dagger out that was holding Torn's wrist up, putting all the pressure on his other wrist. Tryce stared at the blood on the blade before turning his gaze to Torn, who was weakly trying to free his other hand.

"What is this? Oh my, this is blood. Torn's blood. I never thought that the great Torn could actually bleed. The great Underground soldier and ex-Krimzon Guard is finally going to learn his mistake from his greatest fear. Me," Tryce said.

He plunged the dagger into Torn's abdomen, causing him to yell out before heading towards the door.

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A few guards walked down the streets, talking and laughing with each other about various different subjects. They all glanced at the sun making its way over the horizon.

"Who would've thought that? I certainly didn't," said one.

"I think Torn was expecting it though you can never tell with him. He's the toughest guy I know. He rarely shows any emotions so you can never tell what he's thinking," another said.

"Speaking of Torn, shouldn't we see if there's any new orders?" the third asked.

"I've been trying for the past several hours. I haven't been getting an answer so I don't know where he is. It's not like him," the first replied.

The second guard had turned his head towards a dead-end alley and narrowed his eyes as he thought he saw something, or someone,on the ground.

"Wait a minute you guys. I see something over there," he said.

They watched him head into the alley and they soon followed. The three soon saw that someone was lying prone on the ground. They hurried over to the elf to find a pool of blood sitting underneath the figure. They could tell that it was a male in the semi-darkness.

"Is that who I think it is?" the third guard asked.

A flashlight was turned on and they saw that it was indeed who they thought it was: Torn.

"We have a man down near the Slums. We have found Torn. He's greatly injured and he needs medical attention. I repeat, we have a man down," the first of the three said into his communicator.

"Can you hear me Torn?" the second guard asked the elf.

When they got no answer, they became worried.

"You don't think he's dead, do you?" the third wondered.

"Don't think so. It looks like he's still breathing but barely," the second replied. "Don't know if we should move him or not."

"Better not until the medical personnel get here," the third replied.

They didn't see the figure watching them from the shadows, growling. He silently walked away from the scene.

"So they found him after all. One way or another, I will find out where they take him. I hope he's beginning toget the message from this. He will pay for what he's done," the figure said.

TBC...